Lades and gentlemen… welcome to the Universal Amphitheatre! Where tonight’s theme is “Look at me! I may be 39, but I’ve still got great tits!!!” Many cows (and whatever animal produces polyurethane) died to bring you this performance.
Everybody deserves to have a good time. Everyone deserves a chance to relive the good times. Even aging rockers who are ten years past their prime and twenty pounds over their fighting weight. And we did. As far as I could tell, everyone at the Universal Amphitheatre for Poison’s Power to The People Tour last night, was doing that in spades.
I gotta tell ya, it’s kinda fun to see women who maybe should’ve hung up the skin tight rubber pants in a previous decade, at a venue where they feel confident enough about their bodies to, quite literally, let it all hang out. Why should the Britney Spears teeny-boppers get to have all the fun? I haven’t seen that much cleavage since the battle sequences in Braveheart.
Poison is touring with three other heavy-hitting bands from the hair metal era, and even with three set-ups and an early 6:15 start, Slaughter, Dokken, Cinderella, and the headliners put on a lean and mean show that clocked in at just under 5 hours.
Adam and I arrived a little late, and so we were only on hand to catch two Slaughter songs, but they were the two biggest, Fly to The Angels and Up all Night (Sleep all Day). I’ve seen Slaughter before, as a headliner, and this night they seemed a little off their game. Being the opener of a four band tour seemed to take some of the lift out from under their wings. They didn’t quite have the (at this point sparse) audience wrapped around their finger, the way they did at the smaller, more intimate Key Club last year.
Dokken was next. I don’t know much about Dokken. If Don Dokken walked up to me, said “Hi, I’m Don Dokken”, and kicked me in the nuts, I’d still ask to see his ID. After running through a few of their classic tunes, they played their new single “The Maddest Hatter”, which is sure to begin a rapid climb up the pop charts any day now.
Adam commented that the title would have made a perfect Spinal Tap song. “Think abou’ it Nigel. He’s lok, the Maddest ‘Atter. Ask yo’self, how much mohr mad could he be? And the ahnswer is… nohn. Nohn mohr mad.”
When I stopped laughing, and realized there was nothing left to do but listen to Dokken, I went for a 7 dollar beer.
Cinderella came on deck next and I gotta tell ya, they very nearly stole the show. They are a really good band. Not sure why it never happened for them. Adam thinks it's the name. I think that maybe, as good as they are, Cinderella never found its identity. They really are an amalgam of other bands. The lead singer looks, sounds, and dances exactly like Steven Tyler. With his black gunslinger’s hat, leather vest, and twelve string acoustic, the guitarist does a fine Richie Sambora impersonation. Adam though they sounded like a mix of The Black Crowes and Janis Joplin. And I wasn’t sure how to resolve the clashing images of candles and Persian rugs alongside fireworks and the giant neon Cinderella banner hanging in the background.
But damn, they sounded great.
And then, the longest break of the evening as Poison got set to rock the house.
Nothing has as much potential energy as an empty rock stage. A couple hundred square feet of space that in minutes will be thundering with noise and insane rock stars running around like headless chickens. Damn, it’s electric.
That’s what I miss about hair metal. It was all about noise, and sex, and having a good time. Ever actually see a Rage Against the Machine, or a Limp Bizkit concert? Great bands, but their shows look anything but fun. They are angry, dismal, rough, and loud. They don’t look like events that women with 36DDD’s struggling to escape sequined bikini tops and long bare legs balanced on seven inch heels could ever hope to survive. But at the Amphitheatre, those women were more aggressive about getting close to the action than any of the guys I saw that night.
The other great thing about hair metal is the theatre of it all. Shakespeare would’ve loved this genre. In hair metal, the “show” is the thing. Fireworks, candles, ramps for guitarists to run around on… this night had it all. Couple things you’d never see at a Korn concert: You’d never see a lead singer (Don Dokken) sing “I gave her a last chance” while counting theatrically to five on his fingers, and shrugging through an ear-to-ear grin… or “The tears fall like rain” as he reaches a hand out to the audience, fingers splayed, then closes it into a fist and puts it over his heart. He’s so sensitive, that Don.
I saw Korn live, and all they ever did was give me the finger.
The progressive volume of any multi-act show, particularly one with four bands on the bill, can best be described by a “<” sign. And by the time Poison hit the stage, the room was absolutely apoplectic. Poison has always been a fun, if silly band, and last night they lived up to what I used to watch on MTV, back when there was actually some “M” in MTV, this was. C.C. Deville was back with the band for the first time on the Universal stage since the disastrous MTV Music Awards appearance on the exact same stage in 1992. C.C.’s drunken, stoned non-performance reduced Poison’s set that night to an aborted half-song, and ultimately led to a C.C./Brett Michaels back stage fist fight and a break-up of the band. C.C. is still a lunatic, but at least he’s back to playing the right songs.
But rest assured, there were a couple of scary moments. When the rest of the band left the stage to let C.C. do his guitar solo, C.C. stopped after only a few seconds and announced that he was going to sing his own song entitled “I hate every bone in your body, but mine”, and I thought “Oh shit, Brett has no idea what this nut is doing and this band is going to break up again, right here on this stage.” But then the lights came back up and the band returned to help C.C. belt out his “passion project.”
Second scariest moment came when Brett said “I don’t care what these motherfuckers in security say, I’m bringin’ all you people up here with me for this one.”
Rule one to surviving a concert riot, is don’t be up front. Having broken that rule, Adam and I exchanged a look that said “Oh Shit” as the crowd surged and thousands of fans crowded down towards the "mosh pit"… and me and Adam. Eventually the pressure equalized, and even though the crowd was huge and tightly-packed, it never felt dangerous, and I was left to enjoy the feeling of silicone breasts pushing against me from all sides, and wonder why I’d decided to pay extra for the good seats.
Anyway, this tour will continue for a year, when it will return again to So. Cal. I suggest you see it when it hits your town if 80’s hair metal revival is your thing. You won’t get nothin’ but a good time!